Stolen Kiss

Thea was washing her hands in the dimly lit restroom when the door opened behind her. She didn't need to look to know who it was. The charged air between them told her everythingherse.

Adrian

His reflection appeared in the mirror, his piercing eyes locking onto hers as he stepped closer. He didn't speak, but the way he moved, slow and deliberate, made her pulse hammer.

"You've been avoiding me," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against her spine.

She swallowed hard. "I've been busy."

His fingers ghosted along her arm, sending a shiver through her. "Too busy to acknowledge this?" His hand brushed her waist, not restraining but claiming.

"Adrian…" Her protest was weak, breathless.

He turned her gently, his touch firm but controlled. "Tell me to stop. If you mean it."

Her lips parted, but no words came. Instead, his mouth captured hers in a heated, urgent kiss. A soft moan escaped as his hands slid to her hips, pulling her closer.

For a moment, she forgot everything—Andrew, the engagement, the boundaries she had tried so hard to maintain. All that mattered was Adrian, the way he tasted like coffee and temptation, the way his fingers skimmed her spine, setting her skin ablaze.

The knock on the door jolted them apart.

Her breathing was ragged as she met his gaze. Adrian smirked, brushing a thumb over her swollen lips. "You should go before someone gets suspicious."

Shaken, Thea fled, but as she walked away, she knew one thing—she wasn't running from him. She was running from herself.